Cooking & Caedmon's Call

Okay, it wasn't really "Cooking," but my sad affinity for alliteration took over, hence, the title of this post. I was, though, in the kitchen finally getting to experiment with my Kitchen Aid mixer. I wanted to start off small and not get ahead of myself so I decided to work on making homemade whipped cream to practice for an upcoming chocolate pavlova dessert I wanted to make. It was a success in the end and combined with some fresh strawberries it was a tasty treat. Included in this post are also pictures of my second try at making fresh lemonade-I wish I hadn't done it because I'm not sure I can ever go back to the artificial stuff! (Though I'm sure time constraints will change my mind in the future :) )

Now for "Caedmon's Call," I was greatly anticipating Shane's return from F.C.A. camp Saturday morning while simultaneously staring at some over ripe bananas in the fruit basket. I decided to make Shane some welcome home banana bread--I had made some our first week here, but decided to try a new recipe and put my own spin on it with some chocolate chips, nuts, and a brown sugar and walnut crust on top. It turned out great and has been adopted as the "Woodward Banana Bread" and can be the go-to from now on. Don't worry I haven't forgotten about Caedmon :) While making the bread I put some background music on to pass the time. Caedmon's Call's song "Faith My Eyes" came on, and though I tried fighting them back, I couldn't help but tear up at the bittersweet situation we find ourselves in. Far away from so many people that we love so much, yet choosing Faith to be our eyes as we seek to follow whatever path the Lord may have for us, bitter, or sweet, and everything in between.

Faith My Eyes
- Caedmon's Call


As I survey the ground for ants
Looking for a place to sit and read
I'm reminded of the streets of my hometown
How they're much like this concrete that's warm beneath my feet

And how I'm all wrapped up in my mother's face
With a touch of my father just up around the eyes
And the sound of my brother's laugh
But more wrapped up in what binds our ever distant lives

But if I must go
Things I trust will be better off without me
But I don't want to know
Life is better off a mystery

So keep'em coming these lines on the road
And keep me responsible be it a light or heavy load
And keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes

Hometown weather is on TV
I imagine the lives of the people living there
And I'm curious if they imagine me
Cause they just wanna leave; I wish that I could stay

And to visit places from my past
But only for an hour or so
Which is long enough to smell the air
To tell the tale and find the door

But I get turned around
I mistake some happiness for blessing
But I'm blessed as the poor
Still I judge success by how I'm dressing

So I'll sing a song of my hometown
I'll breathe the air and walk the streets
Maybe find a place to sit and read
And the ants are welcome company

And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes

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Here are some of the "Cooking" Pix

Finished Product (a little over-whipped :/)


Worth the effort..and burn of lemon juice on unpacking papercuts :)


Mmmmm.



Not the most flattering picture. . .

P.S. We got a table!!! Green Farmhouse table
we found-we are picking up chairs this week.
Yay for Craigslist :)

P.P.S. Shane will be posting soon to give you an
update on how F.C.A. camp went and give you a rundown
of all he will be up to this Fall (he just got his schedule).

P.P.P.S. If you are reading this....I miss you...a lot.